If we're honest with ourselves, Tommy Lee Jones's face was never that malleable. The actor moved from TV (Charlie's Angels, One Life to Live) into reputable moviemaking with his starring role in 1980's Coal Miner's Daughter, playing Doolittle to Sissy Spacek's Loretta Lynn. Already his face was lumpy and pockmarked and oddly stoic. There was no lying smile in it. It was comforting, in its own way.

Jones's grimace hasn't changed much. It's just become older, grandfatherly. His jowls do half the work as the wonderfully crotchety abolitionist Thaddeus Stevens in Lincoln. And it was refreshing to see the same stoicism last night at the Golden Globes. In a year when everyone went out of his way to make fun of himself and show the world that stars can be self-aware, really (even Salma Hayek's lovely improv'd response to a broken teleprompter — "Something about the best..." — seemed like it could've been rehearsed), Tommy Lee Jones just wasn't having it. No smiles from this guy. He's the same old Tommy Lee Jones. We like him that way.